Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Niger and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Patti Smith,
The Busters,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
Liliput,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Amazonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Desert Stars,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris & Cosey,
Agitation Free,
John Lydon,
Althea and Donna,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fad Gadget,
Boredoms,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.